A Little Wind Goes a Long Way

Got out on Lake Bemidji yesterday in some real windy conditions.  It was a good 25mph, sustained, out of the north.  I took a kayak out and surfed some waves for a while.  It was like riding a rocket.  I couldn’t help whooping and hollering as the waves ripped me faster than I’ve ever gone in a paddle driven craft before.

The best part was, I managed to keep upright the entire time which isn’t too bad for a guy who doesn’t have a lot of time in a kayak under his belt.  I wanted to practice some solo rescues since that was the roughest water I’ve ever been out in, but I was pretty bushed by the time I got done playing.  Paddling back to the boat house, the waves crashed over the bow, and every time I slid down into the trough of a wave and popped back up, I couldn’t help but think, “This is why I do what I do.”